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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Not Worth the toil!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NOT all the sum of earthly happiness<br>Is worth the bowed head of a moment's pain,<br>And if I sell for wine my dervish dress,<br>Worth more than what I sell is what I gain!<br>Land where my Lady dwells, thou holdest me<br>Enchained; else Fars were but a barren soil,<br>Not worth the journey over land and sea,<br>Not worth the toil!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down in the quarter where they sell red wine,<br>My holy carpet scarce would fetch a cup<br>How brave a pledge of piety is mine,<br>Which is not worth a goblet foaming up!<br>Mine enemy heaped scorn on me and said<br>'Forth from the tavern gate!' Why am I thrust<br>From off the threshold? is my fallen head<br>Not worth the dust?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wash white that travel-stained sad robe of thine!<br>Where word and deed alike one colour bear,<br>The grape's fair purple garment shall outshine<br>Thy many-coloured rags and tattered gear.<br>Full easy seemed the sorrow of the sea<br>Lightened by hope of gain--hope flew too fast<br>A hundred pearls were poor indemnity,<br>Not worth the blast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Sultan's crown, with priceless jewels set,<br>Encircles fear of death and constant dread<br>It is a head-dress much desired--and yet<br>Art sure 'tis worth the danger to the head?<br>'Twere best for thee to hide thy face from those<br>That long for thee; the Conqueror's reward<br>Is never worth the army's long-drawn woes,<br>Worth fire and sword.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, seek the treasure of a mind at rest<br>And store it in the treasury of Ease;<br>Not worth a loyal heart, a tranquil breast,<br>Were all the riches of thy lands and seas!<br>Ah, scorn, like Hafiz, the delights of earth,<br>Ask not one grain of favour from the base,<br>Two hundred sacks of jewels were not worth<br>Thy soul's disgrace</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Shams+al-Din+Hafiz">Shams al-Din Hafiz</a><div class=q>
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Is worth the bowed head of a moment's pain,
And if I sell for wine my dervish dress,
Worth more than what I sell is what I gain!
Land where my Lady dwells, thou holdest me
Enchained; else Fars were but a barren..."></div>
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